Claiming the Throne for You

That year, Fu Xueying returned victorious from battle to a grand welcome from the people. Of them all, she noticed only Feng Lin, who had sneaked out of the palace. That year, Feng Lin was twelve. Among all the past empresses and the court officials, she revered only Fu Xueying. Their eyes met, and her heart skipped a beat. Fu Xueying never regretted falling for Feng Lin, nor did she believe her love for her was a twisted kind of affection. The following spring, Feng Lin was fourteen. Every peach blossom in the garden had been plucked from its branch. Among all the past empresses and the court officials, she hated only Fu Xueying. By the autumn after that, Feng Lin had turned sixteen. Candlelight flickered, red gauze swayed, and her chastity mark was lost. Fu Xueying got what she wanted. Fu Xueying: "I'll give you the chance to kill me. If you lose, I want your body." Feng Lin: "Shameless." Fu Xueying: "Shameless? If it means I can have you, there's nothing I wouldn't do." Showbiz Queen GL Enchanting the World The Empress Above All, The Consort's Longing Support the author by subscribing to their column